A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or the song "Build God Then We'll Talk" by Panic! At the Disco.
A/N: The crack thing went to hell, so I figured I'd try my hand at angst-drama. Yah!
Summary: Perfection, they call it. Hell, we know it. Anti SasuSaku
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We knew.
The compliments would come thick and fast, fake and sincere, lied through teeth and from the bottom of the heart, but we knew.
We weren't meant to be. We weren't even meant to stand each other. Hot damn, we weren't even meant to know each other, and yet here we were, married.
A couple made in heaven…
So cute, aren't they?
I'm so glad she picked him, and not Naruto, he's so much sweeter with her…
He really brings out the woman in her, doesn't he?
The children will be just gorgeous!
Bullshit.
But we were proud. We deceived them all. We showed them what they wanted to see, the golden couple of the golden team. Sasuke and Sakura. Sakura and Sasuke. No longer him and her, but them.
Our children were gorgeous, mind you. The hero's foil. Haruno brains and Uchiha strength. A jade eyed boy with jet black hair, and a rose tressed girl with obsidian and ruby eyes. They were the pride of Konohagakure, and we hated their guts.
Parental instinct? Don't fuck with us, these kids aren't ours. They're the spawn of the couple that people worship. That couple, who smile fondly at each other, whose hands seem to touch as though irresistibly drawn together, whose hearts have only room for each other.
That couple, that never existed. That couple, that behind closed doors falls apart into snarling adversaries battling for the upper hand in a game they don't the rules to, the game that they can't remember starting.
We sleep in the same room. There's a couch in there. We take turns using it. We lock the door, and we fall asleep cursing the other with every fiber of our being, hoping desperately that one of us will die before dawn comes, and we have to become that couple again.
The couple that kisses good morning, good evening, good night. The couple that cuddles together for no reason except that each of them crave their partner's touch. The couple that everyone in Konoha envies.
They say we're perfect, and we don't know whether to laugh or cry. They say we're amazing, and we fit, and we make sense, and we wonder exactly how blind they must be, and how well we must act.
We cheat. When we can't stand it anymore, when we need sex, when we need to get away from each other, we run. We run to our lovers, who don't know who we are, because we won't let them see our faces. They don't care; the sex makes up for whatever we're hiding. And we don't think of it as cheating. That couple would never cheat on each other. But we do, because we're not that couple.
Sometimes we think Naruto has it all figured out. Sometimes we think that those looks he gives us say 'cut the crap, you sick fucks'. But then we think it's Naruto and he couldn't possibly figure it out. We get scared. Because this wonderful caricature of intimacy is all we have in this world. We hate each other, and we want to kill each other, but we protect each other from the world and all the ugly truths it holds.
It's hell, but it's our hell, and we wouldn't trade it for anything.
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There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses/ It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses/ At the shade of the sheets before all the stains/ And a few more of your least favorite things
I can't help it, I'm in the mood for their songs.